When I was a young man I could smell things because they had odors to them. On a rainy day one could smell wet wool. When you walked by a tavern you would smell whiskey and tobacco. The gasoline, in those days, had a wonderful scent to it. If someone was cooking you could smell it from a block away. If someone took their shoes off there might be an unpleasant smell.
Not all of these smells were pleasant but they were part of life and I miss them. We have deodorized life. Each of us has an oder and that oder has become something that is considered bad. My grandmother had a scent all her own and I miss it. My father worked in a factory and he smelled like a factory when he came home. I miss that scent.
If someone was from a particular culture their home had a scent to it and I miss walking into, as example, walking into an Italian home and smelling garlic. I enjoyed the smell of tobacco until “The nice people” put chemicals into them and made them smell horrible.
I miss smells!